Part VI

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As soon as I wake up, I know this is going to be a good day. The cell is dark as always and my body's shivering because of the cold. Why would they waste electicity and money on me and my unknown little cell?

I manage to sit up after a lot of struggeling in the tight straighjacket. What can I do, the only thing they expect from you, is to sit down nicely and wait for someone to come and let you out.
Of course it doesn't happen very often in a place like this, since they made my cell as invisible as possible to avoid uninvited visitors from being sliced up.

But a little now and then some pitiful guard get some compassion for me and feels like feeding me or something. Big mistake, they usualy end up leaving my cell with some fingers less or an eye missing.

Crawford have forbidden the guards to let me out unless he doesn't order them to. He's been so fucking ambitious that he has put up dussins of instructions and rules how to 'handle' me.

What am I to him, some fucking animal! Fucker, I'll give him some fucking good
reasons for putting up my instructions.

I would cover the walls in here with pretty words, dedicated to him. There's so many of them. I use to sitt down on my boring days, thinking about all those nice things like killing him in a very dramatic way to make him suffer.

Just the though of it makes me smile. I wonder if Schuldig would give me a hand. Well, probably not, at least not before he has fucked him first.

I shake my head slowly. It's too tragic. Why would Schuldig pay his biggest interest in fucking some stick up his ass like Crawford. What a pathetic interest.

I mean, just look at the guy - Bradley Crawford. What a whimp. The only thing that gives him a name is that expensive Armani suit and that stern face. Sometimes, most likely Sunday, you might even get a glimpse of that self confident smirk if you're lucky.

Then you know, the kind of arrogant bastard he is.
Still, that is the best and probably only reason, why the redhead actually should fuck his brain out.

Allow me to laugh, but Schuldig has described it himself like, Crawford is actually a very interesting fuck.
He's the kind that never let you on to close, that takes a step back as fast as you approach him. But that is not because he's scared. No no, good old Bradly is not scared, or maybe he is, but not of Schuldig.

The fucker is backing of because he knows him, because he knows that if he gets involved with him he won't be able to keep that little attitude up anymore. His very own little theatre curtain would fall.

And that is his exact reason to do it. You couldn't agree more, could you?
That stupid American think he's so fucking superior and all mighty. Well, in that case I just say, go for it Schuldig! If you're so convinced that one fuck could make any difference, I'm fucking counting on you.

But one of these days, I'll show my precious little 'mr Cream Suit', in my own little favourite way that I actually do best, that he is nothing more than a pathetic little pawn to me.

I don't know why the redhead set these little games of his own. Probably because he's bored, which is actually a true reason. We're all bored to hell.

But today, I know that something is happening. I remember now. Yesterday Schuldig said something about 'dinner is served tomorrow'. It sounded very interesting I must say, and I have to admit that I had quite a hard time sleeping tonight because of the excitement. Fucking pathetic.

Something is finally happening! It doesn't really matter what it is anymore, it could rather just be some squirrels fucking in the bushes, it would still be the most interesting thing that has happened here for the last six months or so.

Whatever it is, we're all so desperate we sit here waiting for days, counting the hours.
And now, the bastard just comes inside saying 'dinner is served' and believe me to just watch him walk out of the door again without getting the slightest curious.

Guten Morgen mein kleine Leprechaun. Slept well? a well known voice is ringing in my ears suddenly.

I look up. Jade green eyes glimmering at me in the darkness.
I do not answer. I have no reason to have a conversation with him. He loves mocking me, that's all. He doesn't expect me to answer, and I don't.

He fire the very same well known smirk and enters the cell without hesitation like Crawford or the guards. He knows that I knows that I can't hurt him because he'd know it before I had even moved.

Clever eh?

Fucking sick is what it is. It sucks living together with a telepath I tell you. But I've figured out, the truth is that, it sucks even more for him. Oh, and he deserve it the most too!

He walks over to me and free me from my little prision of cloth. I stretch out my arms and my legs. Ahhh, I just love this nice little moment of being freed from that ugly straighjacket. It's been rather annoying lately and it's itching too.

Schuldig throws me a shirt and watch me as I put it on.
We've had closer contact than that so I just ignore him as I get fully dressed.

Remember the dinner I promised you? he says and leads me out of the cell as I am finished. I merely nodd, why should I care to answer when he has already read my mind.
He knew the answer before even asking the question, he just wanna spare me some precious time. But the answer he gives me makes me listen with the biggest interest.

Well, he's coming right up.

What does that mean. He's gonna let me play? Will I get a knife? Will they let me go berserk on the guards again like last time, when Crawford wanted to test me, he haven't ever since. I think he pretty much believe my skill now.

Schuldig grabbs the short sleeved top that I'm wearing and turns me to the left. The exit. I can't believe my eyes.
Holy fucking shit! He's gotta be kidding me.

Stupid German, he's gonna let me out!

I mean out, out of the building!

Don't call me stupid, psycho boy! he snaps at me as he push me out through the entrance.

The sun is shining outside, yet very coldly since it's early in the morning and no one's out at this time. But it's light! I had quite accepted the fact that I might have gone blind on both my eyes after spending another lightless half year in that dark cell.

Schuldig pulls me down on the seat of the waiting limo, outside the building, then closes the door and a minute later he's sitting beside me on the other side, examin me as usual. Dah, Acceptable. he says and sighs deeply.

I suppose Crawford asked him to dress me in 'normal' clothes since we seems to be going outside today.
The car pulls away and I look out of the window. I like watching things. Just quietly, watching, studying.

Schuldig is restless, I can feel his bored energy fill up all the space of the car. An ironic grin curl up my lips.

/No 'fucking Crawford' this week either.../ I mock him mentaly. Personal little joke. The German chuckle slightly and looks away. I didn't knew you had that sense of humour Jei. he says and light a cigarette.

He's still calling me Jei sometimes. Bastard. How can I make it more clear to him than breaking his jaw a month ago. It's not easily done while in a straightjacket on, but at least I got to have some fun.

I don't really care about it anymore. I had my fun causing him those bruises and he's having his keeping calling me it. What a perfect match, him and me. Just fucking perfect.

/Someone tought me.../

I think about it. Fucking sick how that bastard made more progress in making me communicate in a few days only by forcing my mind to answer, than Crawford has and still hasn't even now. I'm not one to break the silence but I'm too excited today to keep a lower profile.

Schuldig chuckle again and take another drag of the cigarette. We're going to meet the last member of Schwarz. I though it would excite you enough if I say that you'll be able to use these... he pauses and opens a small box under his seat.
I stare at him and grabbs the box.

Glittering, silver blades shine at me and I feel a shiver run over my body. Precious sharp, little demons. I picks one of them up and study it closely.

Schuldig watch me in disgust as I let my toungue run over the sharp blade.

Sharp enough? he asks me as he rise an eyebrow at my bleeding lips.
I smirk at him and put the knife down in the box again.

/Sharp enough to cut your pretty little face into pieces, yes.../ I grin at him as I think about it. Precious pale skin, being stained with the pure liquid in the same colour as his crimson hair. So fucking sweet.

So, there's a fourth memeber of Schwarz. How interesting. Who could this last little one be. But I can't focus on such cheap information for the moment.

The most important thing right now is that I have a fucking whole box of clean, glistening blades in my hands and that there will probably be a lot of blood to stain them with.

I lick my pale lips slowly.

This will be intersting... interesting indeed.